Elizabeth Ephraim Find A Prostitute ❤️

About New York City

So, findin’ a prostitute—where do ya even start? Back in the day, pre-internet, you’d roll up to some sketchy corner, neon lights flickerin’, hopin’ ya don’t get busted or robbed blind! Nowadays, it’s all online—apps, sites, boom, done! But lemme tell ya, it ain’t cheap—those billionaires, hoardin’ all the cash, they prolly keep the best for themselves! Makes me mad as hell—why’s it gotta cost an arm and a leg just to get a lil’ company? “The guilt is ours”—that’s from the movie, stuck in my head—‘cause society’s messed up, pushin’ folks into this gig!

It’s a Mixed Marriage. He’s a Prophet. She’s a Prostitute.

God's first instruction to Hosea is: Go find yourself a whore and marry her. (Yes, again with the prostitutes!) He picks up a streetwalker.

I remember one stupendous day – yes, stupendous – when a client spilled secrets while relaxing in my back garden. The sun was just peeking out from St. Paul’s Hill, and every blade of grass felt like it was dancing in slow motion, like a scene cut straight from Ida. “I have made the choice,” I muttered, caught in an existential moment. Eh, sorry – that might be too dramatic, but you get it!

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